Author: nisheedhi

The shadow is my body at sunset
In window for sun’s daily farewell,

Eye softly shut before daily sleep.
Window shuts a sun’s eyes softly.

A body stands fearless at sunset
On floor dappled by ripe sunlight.

Time drips by like a paint in a poem
Found on fence ,just painted white,

Old man’s dawn drips with poems,
As he bides time to dry on a fence.

Our birth is a small thing caught
With stars in embroidered cloth

And death crowing on rooftop.
Our death adds up to big hour

In wide vast sky above our roof
As sun makes its small sounds.

Jokes are the magic of semantics,
Drawls from prolonged tongues

The lips hiding the whole of truth
With splutter of laughter in eyes

Largely based on their intonation
And utter futility of speak effort.

I keep walking by a morning glory,
A creeper crawling a beach dune

Up and down , a snake in wonder.
A fisherman is visible at sea’s rim

Stopping by largeness of the sea
Interrupted by a morning’s glory.

Wonder broke at a plastic bottle,
Inside sand bed of its floral glory.

(Ipomoea pes-caprae (Known as beach morning glory) is found blooming this season on entire stretches of our beach)

There was a catastrophe in sea
With cyclone verda in low belly.

Till a weather expert would say,
The whoosh was minor breeze.

Some times you wouldn’t know
The wind from breeze, trees fall.

Be tree when you fall from blue.
Lie down happily in a broad sun.

When you die, die simple
Like the fish die in the net

And pretend they are alive
Because they have a place

In world’s family of things
Like Mary Oliver pretends

She is paying an attention
And attention is aliveness.

Beyond the green of coconut trees
Were hills that held all possibilities

Of bears descending nightly to eat
Sugar cane crop ripe for harvesting.

Farmers sleeping under new moon
Did not love bears in the moonlight.

Sea’s waves beat the shore.
As it breathes its heart out,

In its never ending beating.
Rocks continue to live hard

Outside their sea’s beating.
They lie in a beaten stupor.

Sea beats outside my heart
Yet within my heart’ s beat.

Heart yet brags about a sun
With a sea that pushes it up

In the window, it is a routine.
Cancer has heart that brags

That it still owes sun its fall.
But heart still beats a drum.